*Last year's garden blooms
like a fallen ceiling tile
from the Milky Way.
**
With soft voices, trees
gesture in conversation,
cool dark underneath.
***
My roses are dying,
bug-eaten, black spotted, spindly;
fragrant kiss good-bye.
****
The election nears.
Hydrangea and I are
all shades of purple.
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2 comments:
"all shades of purple"
I gotta love that!
After reading these haiku again, I think I most appreciate the theme of the conversation of trees. It has me hearing the breeze in the leaves and seeing the swaying of the branches, which I think is what a good haiku should do. This haiku invokes a strong image, but not just one appreciated by sight. Thanks.
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